
On one hand, it feels like 3 months. Everyday we don't know what to expect from him. Some days he sleeps most of the day, waking only to feed. Other days he's fussy and fidgety, doesn't seem to want to sleep at all and the only thing that prevents him from blowing out a lung from crying is to feed (thankfully these days are pretty rare).
On the other hand, we can't believe how fast he's growing. Almost too fast. Outfits that were swimming on him when he was first brought home, actually come close to fitting him now.
Erika is doing an amazing job as a Mom. He is a challenge to keep fed, and she is staying on top of it. I don't envy her, its a relentless and thankless job. Drew is thankful, he just doesn't show it yet. Other than that drunk look in his eyes when he is done. Erika has been sleeping on the recliner since she's been home, and every night she goes to bed with Drew in her lap. If he doesn't sleep, she doesn't sleep. Hopefully we'll get her sleeping in her own bed in a week or two. Bottom line is she is doing great, and Drew is never happier than when he is in her arms.



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